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Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

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They’re back on Yavin 4, and Baze can’t stop his hands from shaking. As the adrenaline of battle and its single-minded focus fades his body is adding up the plasma burns and the near-misses, the crushing terror and the vigilance, and presenting him with the bill.

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When he sees him for the first time, after the beach, Chirrut is still grinning, beatific, pale blue fingers outstretched to a colony of small, horned children, offering to tell them their futures in exchange for valuables he can no longer collect, scattering Koans about the Force like pennies into a bowl.